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The shadows grow long as the sun sets, making the forest you’re wandering through darker and darker.

Suddenly the shadows begin to twist and shift, writhing as if the darkness itself is alive.

You feel as if you’re being hunted.

- @the-shadow-watches

Vents’s knowledge of the world was currently incredibly low—so much had changed during the time they weren’t conscious—but they did know one thing. Shadows were not supposed to move like that, not normal shadows anyway. But Vents didn’t know how to fix it, they didn’t know how to fix anything.

But they sought solace in the dim light of the moon that cut its way through the tree branches and canopy overhead, and vents tried to stay in the sparse light as much as they could, trying to walk faster through the trees. They didn’t know how far they were into the forest, and panic began to claw at their throat.

“Is anybody out there?” They called out quietly, voice high and crackling.

@the-shadow-watches

There is no answer to Vents’ call, only silence as the shadows continue to behave unnaturally.

However, as they turn to check their surroundings they see a terrifying sight.

The silhouette of a large, hulking wolf-like creature stares right into them with glowing white eyes.

Vents expected a lot of things when they looked around. An axe murderer, a tree, maybe even a bat. But not a giant wolf that looked like it was going to eat them. The shock enough was to make them let out a scared “eep!” and trip backwards. Don’t worry, you can’t die. You’re already dead, it can’t kill you. Vents whispered to themselves, but they didn’t even know if that was true anymore. They could feel the stones and sticks they’d landed on digging into their back—they used to not be able to feel that. What if they could die now too?

Vents didn’t want to find out, and instead opted to scrabble backwards into a shallow patch of dim moonlight. The silvery light shone straight through their translucent body, illuminating silvery skin and a harsh spiderweb of cracks along their body that didn’t used to be there. “You can just stay over there, alright?”

The shadow simply tilts its head at Vents’ reaction, even looking amused as they fall onto the forest floor.

The shadow moves closer and closer… but it doesn’t step into the moonlight. Instead it sits down right at the edge and continues to stare, tail wagging lazily.

Vents notices more details now that they can see the beast more clearly. Floppy ears and a pair of glowing horns don it’s head while white chains decorate its body. However, the most interesting detail is that the edges of its form seem to almost fade out slightly, as if the beast isn’t quite there physically.

It’s incorporeal.

Vents let out a nervous little hum as the creature creeped closer, but it didn’t seem dangerous or aggressive, which soothed Venus’s worries. The pool of moonlight wasn’t very big, so they were already close to the creature, which seemed to be some sort of lupine ghost.

“Hello…hello there.” They said quietly, their voice slightly shaky as they reached out their pale hand, ever so carefully putting it in front of the wolf.

The shadow perks up as Vents slowly reaches towards it, tail now wagging even faster. It slowly moves forward to touch its muzzle to their hand. However, Vents can only feel freezing cold air where the wolf should be, their hand phasing through slightly.

Suddenly a voice echoes through their mind. It… sounds like a child?

“Hello! You’re a real scaredy cat, y’know? It’s really funny!”

Vents frowned as the wolf’s—ghost wolf? demon creature? Vents was a little too scared to find out—big snout went through their fingers, leaving only a cold sensation in a place that was used to being numb. Vents was going to have to get used to feeling things like temperature, but they hadn’t in so long.

They were just starting to come to terms with the wolfs seemingly friendly existence when it started talking. No, talking wasn’t the right word. More like whispering directly into Vents’ brain, which sent a shiver down the ghosts back. And it’s also a child, which is even weirder.

“I am not a scaredy cat!” Vents replied stubbornly before fully sliding out of the moonlight so they could be properly face to face with the creature. Their voice was somewhat raspy after…gods know how long of disuse. “…but hello anyway, ghost wolf.”

The shadow simply giggles at Vents response.

“Whatever you say, scaredy cat! Hehe! You were tooootally scared!”

Vents shook their head, curly silver hair much longer than what they were used to flying in their eyes and they instantly tried to push it away from their face before peering at the wolf again.

“I was not scared of you.” They insisted, gesturing animatedly with their hands as they spoke. “You’re a scaredy-dog, if I’m a scaredy-cat!”

The shadow gasps playfully at this, pretending to be offended by Vents’ words.

“Whaaat? No! I wasn’t scared! I’m scared of nothin’!”

“Everybody’s scared of something, scaredy-dog!” Vents replied, using the term in place of a name because she didn’t know his yet. Did he have a name, even? Vents wasn’t sure, but didn’t exactly know how to go about finding out.

“I bet you’re scared of something dumb, like spiders or snakes or something.” Vents continued, reaching forehead and mimed poking the wolf in the chest with two fingers, like a snakebite. They instinctively wanted to pull back though, when they felt the cold dig into their skin and threaten to not let go. When they did, they rubbed their hands together to get rid of the cold, like they’d seen humans do before.

The shadow just lets out a huff at this, although he’s obviously amused when Vents pokes him. He doesn’t seem bothered by their fingers going through him at all.

“Hehe! I like spiders and snakes, actually! They’re so silly looking!”

Venus frowned slightly when they heard that, it seemed like their teasing attempts had failed. They were just going to have to keep going until they’d found proof of Lupus being a scaredy-dog. The current conversation had kept the worried, mildly claustrophobic thoughts away.

“They are silly looking, but I’m sure you’re scared of something! Like, being eaten by a big cat! Aren’t dogs afraid of cats?” They replied, tapping their ghostly feet on the grass as they thought, smushing a bug beneath their little boots.

Vents didn’t actually know what they were afraid of. Living, maybe? They hadn’t been alive in a long time, but the idea seemed scary.

This makes Lupus laugh, the sound echoing through Vents’ mind.

“Pffft- what? No! Cats are the ones who are scared of dogs! Besides, I’m not a dog, you silly goose!”

“You look like a dog.” Vents countered, though it had been…a very long time since they’d seen a dog. Or any kind of pet. They think that they might’ve used to have pets—and they knew that they used to have someone else, but they’re not sure who. Everything from when they were alive is getting foggier and foggier.

“If you’re not a dog, what are you? What’s your name? My name’s Vents.” They wondered if they could have a different name now, now that the prison vents were destroyed. Nah, probably not. They were the Vents, even if they didn’t exist anymore.

Lupus giggles at this.

“That’s a silly name. I’m Lupus!” He says, not answering Vents’ first question.

“My name isn’t silly!” Vents protested, running a hand through their silvery hair nervously, fingers bumping against their curved horns. It was a nervous, bashful tick at this point. “It’s what I used to be! Your name is silly—I’ve never met anyone named Lupus before!” They replied, reaching out to poke the big, wolf like creature again.

The shadows grow long as the sun sets, making the forest you’re wandering through darker and darker.

Suddenly the shadows begin to twist and shift, writhing as if the darkness itself is alive.

You feel as if you’re being hunted.

- @the-shadow-watches

Vents’s knowledge of the world was currently incredibly low—so much had changed during the time they weren’t conscious—but they did know one thing. Shadows were not supposed to move like that, not normal shadows anyway. But Vents didn’t know how to fix it, they didn’t know how to fix anything.

But they sought solace in the dim light of the moon that cut its way through the tree branches and canopy overhead, and vents tried to stay in the sparse light as much as they could, trying to walk faster through the trees. They didn’t know how far they were into the forest, and panic began to claw at their throat.

“Is anybody out there?” They called out quietly, voice high and crackling.

@the-shadow-watches

There is no answer to Vents’ call, only silence as the shadows continue to behave unnaturally.

However, as they turn to check their surroundings they see a terrifying sight.

The silhouette of a large, hulking wolf-like creature stares right into them with glowing white eyes.

Vents expected a lot of things when they looked around. An axe murderer, a tree, maybe even a bat. But not a giant wolf that looked like it was going to eat them. The shock enough was to make them let out a scared “eep!” and trip backwards. Don’t worry, you can’t die. You’re already dead, it can’t kill you. Vents whispered to themselves, but they didn’t even know if that was true anymore. They could feel the stones and sticks they’d landed on digging into their back—they used to not be able to feel that. What if they could die now too?

Vents didn’t want to find out, and instead opted to scrabble backwards into a shallow patch of dim moonlight. The silvery light shone straight through their translucent body, illuminating silvery skin and a harsh spiderweb of cracks along their body that didn’t used to be there. “You can just stay over there, alright?”

The shadow simply tilts its head at Vents’ reaction, even looking amused as they fall onto the forest floor.

The shadow moves closer and closer… but it doesn’t step into the moonlight. Instead it sits down right at the edge and continues to stare, tail wagging lazily.

Vents notices more details now that they can see the beast more clearly. Floppy ears and a pair of glowing horns don it’s head while white chains decorate its body. However, the most interesting detail is that the edges of its form seem to almost fade out slightly, as if the beast isn’t quite there physically.

It’s incorporeal.

Vents let out a nervous little hum as the creature creeped closer, but it didn’t seem dangerous or aggressive, which soothed Venus’s worries. The pool of moonlight wasn’t very big, so they were already close to the creature, which seemed to be some sort of lupine ghost.

“Hello…hello there.” They said quietly, their voice slightly shaky as they reached out their pale hand, ever so carefully putting it in front of the wolf.

The shadow perks up as Vents slowly reaches towards it, tail now wagging even faster. It slowly moves forward to touch its muzzle to their hand. However, Vents can only feel freezing cold air where the wolf should be, their hand phasing through slightly.

Suddenly a voice echoes through their mind. It… sounds like a child?

“Hello! You’re a real scaredy cat, y’know? It’s really funny!”

Vents frowned as the wolf’s—ghost wolf? demon creature? Vents was a little too scared to find out—big snout went through their fingers, leaving only a cold sensation in a place that was used to being numb. Vents was going to have to get used to feeling things like temperature, but they hadn’t in so long.

They were just starting to come to terms with the wolfs seemingly friendly existence when it started talking. No, talking wasn’t the right word. More like whispering directly into Vents’ brain, which sent a shiver down the ghosts back. And it’s also a child, which is even weirder.

“I am not a scaredy cat!” Vents replied stubbornly before fully sliding out of the moonlight so they could be properly face to face with the creature. Their voice was somewhat raspy after…gods know how long of disuse. “…but hello anyway, ghost wolf.”

The shadow simply giggles at Vents response.

“Whatever you say, scaredy cat! Hehe! You were tooootally scared!”

Vents shook their head, curly silver hair much longer than what they were used to flying in their eyes and they instantly tried to push it away from their face before peering at the wolf again.

“I was not scared of you.” They insisted, gesturing animatedly with their hands as they spoke. “You’re a scaredy-dog, if I’m a scaredy-cat!”

The shadow gasps playfully at this, pretending to be offended by Vents’ words.

“Whaaat? No! I wasn’t scared! I’m scared of nothin’!”

“Everybody’s scared of something, scaredy-dog!” Vents replied, using the term in place of a name because she didn’t know his yet. Did he have a name, even? Vents wasn’t sure, but didn’t exactly know how to go about finding out.

“I bet you’re scared of something dumb, like spiders or snakes or something.” Vents continued, reaching forehead and mimed poking the wolf in the chest with two fingers, like a snakebite. They instinctively wanted to pull back though, when they felt the cold dig into their skin and threaten to not let go. When they did, they rubbed their hands together to get rid of the cold, like they’d seen humans do before.

The shadow just lets out a huff at this, although he’s obviously amused when Vents pokes him. He doesn’t seem bothered by their fingers going through him at all.

“Hehe! I like spiders and snakes, actually! They’re so silly looking!”

Venus frowned slightly when they heard that, it seemed like their teasing attempts had failed. They were just going to have to keep going until they’d found proof of Lupus being a scaredy-dog. The current conversation had kept the worried, mildly claustrophobic thoughts away.

“They are silly looking, but I’m sure you’re scared of something! Like, being eaten by a big cat! Aren’t dogs afraid of cats?” They replied, tapping their ghostly feet on the grass as they thought, smushing a bug beneath their little boots.

Vents didn’t actually know what they were afraid of. Living, maybe? They hadn’t been alive in a long time, but the idea seemed scary.

This makes Lupus laugh, the sound echoing through Vents’ mind.

“Pffft- what? No! Cats are the ones who are scared of dogs! Besides, I’m not a dog, you silly goose!”

“You look like a dog.” Vents countered, though it had been…a very long time since they’d seen a dog. Or any kind of pet. They think that they might’ve used to have pets—and they knew that they used to have someone else, but they’re not sure who. Everything from when they were alive is getting foggier and foggier.

“If you’re not a dog, what are you? What’s your name? My name’s Vents.” They wondered if they could have a different name now, now that the prison vents were destroyed. Nah, probably not. They were the Vents, even if they didn’t exist anymore.

The shadows grow long as the sun sets, making the forest you’re wandering through darker and darker.

Suddenly the shadows begin to twist and shift, writhing as if the darkness itself is alive.

You feel as if you’re being hunted.

- @the-shadow-watches

Vents’s knowledge of the world was currently incredibly low—so much had changed during the time they weren’t conscious—but they did know one thing. Shadows were not supposed to move like that, not normal shadows anyway. But Vents didn’t know how to fix it, they didn’t know how to fix anything.

But they sought solace in the dim light of the moon that cut its way through the tree branches and canopy overhead, and vents tried to stay in the sparse light as much as they could, trying to walk faster through the trees. They didn’t know how far they were into the forest, and panic began to claw at their throat.

“Is anybody out there?” They called out quietly, voice high and crackling.

@the-shadow-watches

There is no answer to Vents’ call, only silence as the shadows continue to behave unnaturally.

However, as they turn to check their surroundings they see a terrifying sight.

The silhouette of a large, hulking wolf-like creature stares right into them with glowing white eyes.

Vents expected a lot of things when they looked around. An axe murderer, a tree, maybe even a bat. But not a giant wolf that looked like it was going to eat them. The shock enough was to make them let out a scared “eep!” and trip backwards. Don’t worry, you can’t die. You’re already dead, it can’t kill you. Vents whispered to themselves, but they didn’t even know if that was true anymore. They could feel the stones and sticks they’d landed on digging into their back—they used to not be able to feel that. What if they could die now too?

Vents didn’t want to find out, and instead opted to scrabble backwards into a shallow patch of dim moonlight. The silvery light shone straight through their translucent body, illuminating silvery skin and a harsh spiderweb of cracks along their body that didn’t used to be there. “You can just stay over there, alright?”

The shadow simply tilts its head at Vents’ reaction, even looking amused as they fall onto the forest floor.

The shadow moves closer and closer… but it doesn’t step into the moonlight. Instead it sits down right at the edge and continues to stare, tail wagging lazily.

Vents notices more details now that they can see the beast more clearly. Floppy ears and a pair of glowing horns don it’s head while white chains decorate its body. However, the most interesting detail is that the edges of its form seem to almost fade out slightly, as if the beast isn’t quite there physically.

It’s incorporeal.

Vents let out a nervous little hum as the creature creeped closer, but it didn’t seem dangerous or aggressive, which soothed Venus’s worries. The pool of moonlight wasn’t very big, so they were already close to the creature, which seemed to be some sort of lupine ghost.

“Hello…hello there.” They said quietly, their voice slightly shaky as they reached out their pale hand, ever so carefully putting it in front of the wolf.

The shadow perks up as Vents slowly reaches towards it, tail now wagging even faster. It slowly moves forward to touch its muzzle to their hand. However, Vents can only feel freezing cold air where the wolf should be, their hand phasing through slightly.

Suddenly a voice echoes through their mind. It… sounds like a child?

“Hello! You’re a real scaredy cat, y’know? It’s really funny!”

Vents frowned as the wolf’s—ghost wolf? demon creature? Vents was a little too scared to find out—big snout went through their fingers, leaving only a cold sensation in a place that was used to being numb. Vents was going to have to get used to feeling things like temperature, but they hadn’t in so long.

They were just starting to come to terms with the wolfs seemingly friendly existence when it started talking. No, talking wasn’t the right word. More like whispering directly into Vents’ brain, which sent a shiver down the ghosts back. And it’s also a child, which is even weirder.

“I am not a scaredy cat!” Vents replied stubbornly before fully sliding out of the moonlight so they could be properly face to face with the creature. Their voice was somewhat raspy after…gods know how long of disuse. “…but hello anyway, ghost wolf.”

The shadow simply giggles at Vents response.

“Whatever you say, scaredy cat! Hehe! You were tooootally scared!”

Vents shook their head, curly silver hair much longer than what they were used to flying in their eyes and they instantly tried to push it away from their face before peering at the wolf again.

“I was not scared of you.” They insisted, gesturing animatedly with their hands as they spoke. “You’re a scaredy-dog, if I’m a scaredy-cat!”

The shadow gasps playfully at this, pretending to be offended by Vents’ words.

“Whaaat? No! I wasn’t scared! I’m scared of nothin’!”

“Everybody’s scared of something, scaredy-dog!” Vents replied, using the term in place of a name because she didn’t know his yet. Did he have a name, even? Vents wasn’t sure, but didn’t exactly know how to go about finding out.

“I bet you’re scared of something dumb, like spiders or snakes or something.” Vents continued, reaching forehead and mimed poking the wolf in the chest with two fingers, like a snakebite. They instinctively wanted to pull back though, when they felt the cold dig into their skin and threaten to not let go. When they did, they rubbed their hands together to get rid of the cold, like they’d seen humans do before.

The shadow just lets out a huff at this, although he’s obviously amused when Vents pokes him. He doesn’t seem bothered by their fingers going through him at all.

“Hehe! I like spiders and snakes, actually! They’re so silly looking!”

Venus frowned slightly when they heard that, it seemed like their teasing attempts had failed. They were just going to have to keep going until they’d found proof of Lupus being a scaredy-dog. The current conversation had kept the worried, mildly claustrophobic thoughts away.

“They are silly looking, but I’m sure you’re scared of something! Like, being eaten by a big cat! Aren’t dogs afraid of cats?” They replied, tapping their ghostly feet on the grass as they thought, smushing a bug beneath their little boots.

Vents didn’t actually know what they were afraid of. Living, maybe? They hadn’t been alive in a long time, but the idea seemed scary.

The shadows grow long as the sun sets, making the forest you’re wandering through darker and darker.

Suddenly the shadows begin to twist and shift, writhing as if the darkness itself is alive.

You feel as if you’re being hunted.

- @the-shadow-watches

Vents’s knowledge of the world was currently incredibly low—so much had changed during the time they weren’t conscious—but they did know one thing. Shadows were not supposed to move like that, not normal shadows anyway. But Vents didn’t know how to fix it, they didn’t know how to fix anything.

But they sought solace in the dim light of the moon that cut its way through the tree branches and canopy overhead, and vents tried to stay in the sparse light as much as they could, trying to walk faster through the trees. They didn’t know how far they were into the forest, and panic began to claw at their throat.

“Is anybody out there?” They called out quietly, voice high and crackling.

@the-shadow-watches

There is no answer to Vents’ call, only silence as the shadows continue to behave unnaturally.

However, as they turn to check their surroundings they see a terrifying sight.

The silhouette of a large, hulking wolf-like creature stares right into them with glowing white eyes.

Vents expected a lot of things when they looked around. An axe murderer, a tree, maybe even a bat. But not a giant wolf that looked like it was going to eat them. The shock enough was to make them let out a scared “eep!” and trip backwards. Don’t worry, you can’t die. You’re already dead, it can’t kill you. Vents whispered to themselves, but they didn’t even know if that was true anymore. They could feel the stones and sticks they’d landed on digging into their back—they used to not be able to feel that. What if they could die now too?

Vents didn’t want to find out, and instead opted to scrabble backwards into a shallow patch of dim moonlight. The silvery light shone straight through their translucent body, illuminating silvery skin and a harsh spiderweb of cracks along their body that didn’t used to be there. “You can just stay over there, alright?”

The shadow simply tilts its head at Vents’ reaction, even looking amused as they fall onto the forest floor.

The shadow moves closer and closer… but it doesn’t step into the moonlight. Instead it sits down right at the edge and continues to stare, tail wagging lazily.

Vents notices more details now that they can see the beast more clearly. Floppy ears and a pair of glowing horns don it’s head while white chains decorate its body. However, the most interesting detail is that the edges of its form seem to almost fade out slightly, as if the beast isn’t quite there physically.

It’s incorporeal.

Vents let out a nervous little hum as the creature creeped closer, but it didn’t seem dangerous or aggressive, which soothed Venus’s worries. The pool of moonlight wasn’t very big, so they were already close to the creature, which seemed to be some sort of lupine ghost.

“Hello…hello there.” They said quietly, their voice slightly shaky as they reached out their pale hand, ever so carefully putting it in front of the wolf.

The shadow perks up as Vents slowly reaches towards it, tail now wagging even faster. It slowly moves forward to touch its muzzle to their hand. However, Vents can only feel freezing cold air where the wolf should be, their hand phasing through slightly.

Suddenly a voice echoes through their mind. It… sounds like a child?

“Hello! You’re a real scaredy cat, y’know? It’s really funny!”

Vents frowned as the wolf’s—ghost wolf? demon creature? Vents was a little too scared to find out—big snout went through their fingers, leaving only a cold sensation in a place that was used to being numb. Vents was going to have to get used to feeling things like temperature, but they hadn’t in so long.

They were just starting to come to terms with the wolfs seemingly friendly existence when it started talking. No, talking wasn’t the right word. More like whispering directly into Vents’ brain, which sent a shiver down the ghosts back. And it’s also a child, which is even weirder.

“I am not a scaredy cat!” Vents replied stubbornly before fully sliding out of the moonlight so they could be properly face to face with the creature. Their voice was somewhat raspy after…gods know how long of disuse. “…but hello anyway, ghost wolf.”

The shadow simply giggles at Vents response.

“Whatever you say, scaredy cat! Hehe! You were tooootally scared!”

Vents shook their head, curly silver hair much longer than what they were used to flying in their eyes and they instantly tried to push it away from their face before peering at the wolf again.

“I was not scared of you.” They insisted, gesturing animatedly with their hands as they spoke. “You’re a scaredy-dog, if I’m a scaredy-cat!”

The shadow gasps playfully at this, pretending to be offended by Vents’ words.

“Whaaat? No! I wasn’t scared! I’m scared of nothin’!”

“Everybody’s scared of something, scaredy-dog!” Vents replied, using the term in place of a name because she didn’t know his yet. Did he have a name, even? Vents wasn’t sure, but didn’t exactly know how to go about finding out.

“I bet you’re scared of something dumb, like spiders or snakes or something.” Vents continued, reaching forehead and mimed poking the wolf in the chest with two fingers, like a snakebite. They instinctively wanted to pull back though, when they felt the cold dig into their skin and threaten to not let go. When they did, they rubbed their hands together to get rid of the cold, like they’d seen humans do before.

The shadows grow long as the sun sets, making the forest you’re wandering through darker and darker.

Suddenly the shadows begin to twist and shift, writhing as if the darkness itself is alive.

You feel as if you’re being hunted.

- @the-shadow-watches

Vents’s knowledge of the world was currently incredibly low—so much had changed during the time they weren’t conscious—but they did know one thing. Shadows were not supposed to move like that, not normal shadows anyway. But Vents didn’t know how to fix it, they didn’t know how to fix anything.

But they sought solace in the dim light of the moon that cut its way through the tree branches and canopy overhead, and vents tried to stay in the sparse light as much as they could, trying to walk faster through the trees. They didn’t know how far they were into the forest, and panic began to claw at their throat.

“Is anybody out there?” They called out quietly, voice high and crackling.

@the-shadow-watches

There is no answer to Vents’ call, only silence as the shadows continue to behave unnaturally.

However, as they turn to check their surroundings they see a terrifying sight.

The silhouette of a large, hulking wolf-like creature stares right into them with glowing white eyes.

Vents expected a lot of things when they looked around. An axe murderer, a tree, maybe even a bat. But not a giant wolf that looked like it was going to eat them. The shock enough was to make them let out a scared “eep!” and trip backwards. Don’t worry, you can’t die. You’re already dead, it can’t kill you. Vents whispered to themselves, but they didn’t even know if that was true anymore. They could feel the stones and sticks they’d landed on digging into their back—they used to not be able to feel that. What if they could die now too?

Vents didn’t want to find out, and instead opted to scrabble backwards into a shallow patch of dim moonlight. The silvery light shone straight through their translucent body, illuminating silvery skin and a harsh spiderweb of cracks along their body that didn’t used to be there. “You can just stay over there, alright?”

The shadow simply tilts its head at Vents’ reaction, even looking amused as they fall onto the forest floor.

The shadow moves closer and closer… but it doesn’t step into the moonlight. Instead it sits down right at the edge and continues to stare, tail wagging lazily.

Vents notices more details now that they can see the beast more clearly. Floppy ears and a pair of glowing horns don it’s head while white chains decorate its body. However, the most interesting detail is that the edges of its form seem to almost fade out slightly, as if the beast isn’t quite there physically.

It’s incorporeal.

Vents let out a nervous little hum as the creature creeped closer, but it didn’t seem dangerous or aggressive, which soothed Venus’s worries. The pool of moonlight wasn’t very big, so they were already close to the creature, which seemed to be some sort of lupine ghost.

“Hello…hello there.” They said quietly, their voice slightly shaky as they reached out their pale hand, ever so carefully putting it in front of the wolf.

The shadow perks up as Vents slowly reaches towards it, tail now wagging even faster. It slowly moves forward to touch its muzzle to their hand. However, Vents can only feel freezing cold air where the wolf should be, their hand phasing through slightly.

Suddenly a voice echoes through their mind. It… sounds like a child?

“Hello! You’re a real scaredy cat, y’know? It’s really funny!”

Vents frowned as the wolf’s—ghost wolf? demon creature? Vents was a little too scared to find out—big snout went through their fingers, leaving only a cold sensation in a place that was used to being numb. Vents was going to have to get used to feeling things like temperature, but they hadn’t in so long.

They were just starting to come to terms with the wolfs seemingly friendly existence when it started talking. No, talking wasn’t the right word. More like whispering directly into Vents’ brain, which sent a shiver down the ghosts back. And it’s also a child, which is even weirder.

“I am not a scaredy cat!” Vents replied stubbornly before fully sliding out of the moonlight so they could be properly face to face with the creature. Their voice was somewhat raspy after…gods know how long of disuse. “…but hello anyway, ghost wolf.”

The shadow simply giggles at Vents response.

“Whatever you say, scaredy cat! Hehe! You were tooootally scared!”

Vents shook their head, curly silver hair much longer than what they were used to flying in their eyes and they instantly tried to push it away from their face before peering at the wolf again.

“I was not scared of you.” They insisted, gesturing animatedly with their hands as they spoke. “You’re a scaredy-dog, if I’m a scaredy-cat!”

The shadows grow long as the sun sets, making the forest you’re wandering through darker and darker.

Suddenly the shadows begin to twist and shift, writhing as if the darkness itself is alive.

You feel as if you’re being hunted.

- @the-shadow-watches

Vents’s knowledge of the world was currently incredibly low—so much had changed during the time they weren’t conscious—but they did know one thing. Shadows were not supposed to move like that, not normal shadows anyway. But Vents didn’t know how to fix it, they didn’t know how to fix anything.

But they sought solace in the dim light of the moon that cut its way through the tree branches and canopy overhead, and vents tried to stay in the sparse light as much as they could, trying to walk faster through the trees. They didn’t know how far they were into the forest, and panic began to claw at their throat.

“Is anybody out there?” They called out quietly, voice high and crackling.

@the-shadow-watches

There is no answer to Vents’ call, only silence as the shadows continue to behave unnaturally.

However, as they turn to check their surroundings they see a terrifying sight.

The silhouette of a large, hulking wolf-like creature stares right into them with glowing white eyes.

Vents expected a lot of things when they looked around. An axe murderer, a tree, maybe even a bat. But not a giant wolf that looked like it was going to eat them. The shock enough was to make them let out a scared “eep!” and trip backwards. Don’t worry, you can’t die. You’re already dead, it can’t kill you. Vents whispered to themselves, but they didn’t even know if that was true anymore. They could feel the stones and sticks they’d landed on digging into their back—they used to not be able to feel that. What if they could die now too?

Vents didn’t want to find out, and instead opted to scrabble backwards into a shallow patch of dim moonlight. The silvery light shone straight through their translucent body, illuminating silvery skin and a harsh spiderweb of cracks along their body that didn’t used to be there. “You can just stay over there, alright?”

The shadow simply tilts its head at Vents’ reaction, even looking amused as they fall onto the forest floor.

The shadow moves closer and closer… but it doesn’t step into the moonlight. Instead it sits down right at the edge and continues to stare, tail wagging lazily.

Vents notices more details now that they can see the beast more clearly. Floppy ears and a pair of glowing horns don it’s head while white chains decorate its body. However, the most interesting detail is that the edges of its form seem to almost fade out slightly, as if the beast isn’t quite there physically.

It’s incorporeal.

Vents let out a nervous little hum as the creature creeped closer, but it didn’t seem dangerous or aggressive, which soothed Venus’s worries. The pool of moonlight wasn’t very big, so they were already close to the creature, which seemed to be some sort of lupine ghost.

“Hello…hello there.” They said quietly, their voice slightly shaky as they reached out their pale hand, ever so carefully putting it in front of the wolf.

The shadow perks up as Vents slowly reaches towards it, tail now wagging even faster. It slowly moves forward to touch its muzzle to their hand. However, Vents can only feel freezing cold air where the wolf should be, their hand phasing through slightly.

Suddenly a voice echoes through their mind. It… sounds like a child?

“Hello! You’re a real scaredy cat, y’know? It’s really funny!”

Vents frowned as the wolf’s—ghost wolf? demon creature? Vents was a little too scared to find out—big snout went through their fingers, leaving only a cold sensation in a place that was used to being numb. Vents was going to have to get used to feeling things like temperature, but they hadn’t in so long.

They were just starting to come to terms with the wolfs seemingly friendly existence when it started talking. No, talking wasn’t the right word. More like whispering directly into Vents’ brain, which sent a shiver down the ghosts back. And it’s also a child, which is even weirder.

“I am not a scaredy cat!” Vents replied stubbornly before fully sliding out of the moonlight so they could be properly face to face with the creature. Their voice was somewhat raspy after…gods know how long of disuse. “…but hello anyway, ghost wolf.”

The shadows grow long as the sun sets, making the forest you’re wandering through darker and darker.

Suddenly the shadows begin to twist and shift, writhing as if the darkness itself is alive.

You feel as if you’re being hunted.

- @the-shadow-watches

Vents’s knowledge of the world was currently incredibly low—so much had changed during the time they weren’t conscious—but they did know one thing. Shadows were not supposed to move like that, not normal shadows anyway. But Vents didn’t know how to fix it, they didn’t know how to fix anything.

But they sought solace in the dim light of the moon that cut its way through the tree branches and canopy overhead, and vents tried to stay in the sparse light as much as they could, trying to walk faster through the trees. They didn’t know how far they were into the forest, and panic began to claw at their throat.

“Is anybody out there?” They called out quietly, voice high and crackling.

@the-shadow-watches

There is no answer to Vents’ call, only silence as the shadows continue to behave unnaturally.

However, as they turn to check their surroundings they see a terrifying sight.

The silhouette of a large, hulking wolf-like creature stares right into them with glowing white eyes.

Vents expected a lot of things when they looked around. An axe murderer, a tree, maybe even a bat. But not a giant wolf that looked like it was going to eat them. The shock enough was to make them let out a scared “eep!” and trip backwards. Don’t worry, you can’t die. You’re already dead, it can’t kill you. Vents whispered to themselves, but they didn’t even know if that was true anymore. They could feel the stones and sticks they’d landed on digging into their back—they used to not be able to feel that. What if they could die now too?

Vents didn’t want to find out, and instead opted to scrabble backwards into a shallow patch of dim moonlight. The silvery light shone straight through their translucent body, illuminating silvery skin and a harsh spiderweb of cracks along their body that didn’t used to be there. “You can just stay over there, alright?”

The shadow simply tilts its head at Vents’ reaction, even looking amused as they fall onto the forest floor.

The shadow moves closer and closer… but it doesn’t step into the moonlight. Instead it sits down right at the edge and continues to stare, tail wagging lazily.

Vents notices more details now that they can see the beast more clearly. Floppy ears and a pair of glowing horns don it’s head while white chains decorate its body. However, the most interesting detail is that the edges of its form seem to almost fade out slightly, as if the beast isn’t quite there physically.

It’s incorporeal.

Vents let out a nervous little hum as the creature creeped closer, but it didn’t seem dangerous or aggressive, which soothed Venus’s worries. The pool of moonlight wasn’t very big, so they were already close to the creature, which seemed to be some sort of lupine ghost.

“Hello…hello there.” They said quietly, their voice slightly shaky as they reached out their pale hand, ever so carefully putting it in front of the wolf.

The shadows grow long as the sun sets, making the forest you’re wandering through darker and darker.

Suddenly the shadows begin to twist and shift, writhing as if the darkness itself is alive.

You feel as if you’re being hunted.

- @the-shadow-watches

Vents’s knowledge of the world was currently incredibly low—so much had changed during the time they weren’t conscious—but they did know one thing. Shadows were not supposed to move like that, not normal shadows anyway. But Vents didn’t know how to fix it, they didn’t know how to fix anything.

But they sought solace in the dim light of the moon that cut its way through the tree branches and canopy overhead, and vents tried to stay in the sparse light as much as they could, trying to walk faster through the trees. They didn’t know how far they were into the forest, and panic began to claw at their throat.

“Is anybody out there?” They called out quietly, voice high and crackling.

@the-shadow-watches

There is no answer to Vents’ call, only silence as the shadows continue to behave unnaturally.

However, as they turn to check their surroundings they see a terrifying sight.

The silhouette of a large, hulking wolf-like creature stares right into them with glowing white eyes.

Vents expected a lot of things when they looked around. An axe murderer, a tree, maybe even a bat. But not a giant wolf that looked like it was going to eat them. The shock enough was to make them let out a scared “eep!” and trip backwards. Don’t worry, you can’t die. You’re already dead, it can’t kill you. Vents whispered to themselves, but they didn’t even know if that was true anymore. They could feel the stones and sticks they’d landed on digging into their back—they used to not be able to feel that. What if they could die now too?

Vents didn’t want to find out, and instead opted to scrabble backwards into a shallow patch of dim moonlight. The silvery light shone straight through their translucent body, illuminating silvery skin and a harsh spiderweb of cracks along their body that didn’t used to be there. “You can just stay over there, alright?”

The shadows grow long as the sun sets, making the forest you’re wandering through darker and darker.

Suddenly the shadows begin to twist and shift, writhing as if the darkness itself is alive.

You feel as if you’re being hunted.

- @the-shadow-watches

Vents’s knowledge of the world was currently incredibly low—so much had changed during the time they weren’t conscious—but they did know one thing. Shadows were not supposed to move like that, not normal shadows anyway. But Vents didn’t know how to fix it, they didn’t know how to fix anything.

But they sought solace in the dim light of the moon that cut its way through the tree branches and canopy overhead, and vents tried to stay in the sparse light as much as they could, trying to walk faster through the trees. They didn’t know how far they were into the forest, and panic began to claw at their throat.

“Is anybody out there?” They called out quietly, voice high and crackling.

@the-shadow-watches

Vents: what’re your doing in my house. What’re you doing in my house.

c!Cedar and Four: we want obsidian!

[A small figure would appear in front of you. They’re skin looks metallic and there’s a gently steaming mug in their silver and copper streaked hands. They extend it to you, their face the picture of concern. Jack the frog peaks it’s head out from the pocket of an oversized unbuttoned jacket]

Here. Hot chocolate makes people feel better, right?

-vents

[They take a moment to notice the small metallic figure, eyes hazy with pain. However, they don't move at all, just closing their eyes in a sigh of defeat.]

...I've lost it- wondered how long it'd take-

Lost what?

[Vents is concerned as they sit down next to Cedar, setting the cup of hot cocoa by Cedar’s mouth so they’d drink it.] What’d you lose—and you should drink, it would make you feel better, I think. Would Jack the frog make you feel better?

[They make a noncommittal noise to let Vents know they heard them, eyes refusing to open. Nothing seems to work as it should, for them. They're too lightheaded to care much.]

Dirt men... be careful.

[Vents carefully fished Jack the frog out of their pocket and set him beside Cedar. The green frog quickly presses up to Cedars cheek, the tip of its tongue lolling out of its mouth.] That’s the frog. And I’ll be careful, but I can’t just leave someone in need alone.

Do you want help with the hot chocolate? I can help you drink if it you want it. It should help with your lightheadedness

[They force themselves to nod, even if it barely counts as a nod. They're trying to not fall asleep. They don't know much anymore, but they do know that falling asleep wouldn't be a good thing.]

Please. Bones- he broke them all. Thank you-

[Vents gently titled Cedars head up so they wouldn’t choke on the hot chocolate, trying to be delicate so that way they wouldn’t injure the being further. Their eyebrows knit together and for someone usually quite gentle, they look remarkably angry at mention of all of Cedars bones being broken.] Here, and it’s no problem. I’ll come back later with medicine and stuff I can find to help your bones.

[The silvery creature brought the warm hot cocoa to Cedars mouth and gently tilted the cup so they could sip it. The cup was gently wafting steam into the chilled air but Vents hoped Cedar didn’t mind the warmth of it.]

[They sip at the hot chocolate, eyes slowly forcing open to look over at Vents again. The now-open eyes aren't focused, hazy with pain, not in the present. They see Vents, but not truly. They aren't aware enough to mind the warmth of the cocoa.]

Is Cap- are they okay? Thank you- I'm sorry.

[Vents nodded at the mention of Cap before pressing the hot chocolate mug to Cedars mouth again, half of it nearly gone already. They smile slightly at the fact that Cedar can keep their eyes open—not their eyes just have to stay that way.] Yeah, Cap was okay last time I saw ‘em! They named my frog—his name is Jack.

You don’t have to apologize, okay? You haven’t done anything wrong. [Vents large, dark eyes are almost sad at the fact that Cedar thinks that they have to apologize. They aren’t doing anything wrong—Vents just wants to help people, because that makes people feel better and when people feel good they’re happy, and Vents likes making people happy.]

[They quietly drink the cocoa again, waiting for an update. At the mention of Cap being okay, however, they relax with a sigh, eyes slipping shut again. They think that that's a good thing- that if, out of everything that's happened, Cap is okay, then it'll be okay.]

...Dirt man. Four- is Four okay? The kid-

[They cut off, making a pained noise as they accidentally move in their worry.]

No no, keep your eyes open. That’s an important apart to staying awake, right? I know you’re tired, but you gotta keep your eyes open and stay still.

[Vents instructed quietly, trying to make sure Cedar stays awake. Fuck, they don’t have any healing potions or anything. Shit, shit, shit—why can’t they just be actually useful? Nobody needs frogs or hot chocolate or—

They shut their thoughts down, aggressively shoving them away. They aren’t important, they aren’t the priority.] I don’t know if Fours okay, but when I’ll find out I’ll tell you, okay? I promise.

[They shuck off their oversized, blue coat and gently place it over Cedar. They know that it isn’t good for severely injured people to get cold.] Who’s the dirt man—did he do this to you?

[After another moment (and lots of effort), their eyes open, looking around to focus on Vents again. The hot chocolate was nice. It was comforting, and they think to themselves about how they liked it.]

Thank you. Dirt man... 's a bastard. He's... he's like Winterloft.

[Their eyes start slipping shut again, but they force them open, remembering that they need to stay awake. They appreciate the coat, a small smile working it's way onto their face.]

That’s good, it’s good that you’re keeping your eyes open—just keep doin’ that, okay?

[Vents’s voice is soft and encouraging as Cedar keeps their eyes open, though despite their kind exterior, they’re aggressively remembering everything about this dirt man. They’d bet all their possessions and Jack the frog that dirt bitch is the one who broke Cedars bones and the one who scrambled Caps brain and the reason why Cedar’s looking for Four.

Interesting.

Now, Vents doesn’t consider themselves a violent being, but, well, sometimes acts of violence are the solution. Unaware of any violent intent, Jack slaps his tongue against the side of Cedars face.]

I have to go when you finish your hot chocolate, but I’ll be back. Hopefully I’ll have healing potions for you, to try and fix your bones, okay?

You're... so kind. Are you an angel?

[In their pain-fuled delirium, they mistake the metallic glimmer for a glow, and seem confused by Vents- only in the way someone could be with a higher being. There is awe in their tone, and their eyes continue the fight to stay open, to stay awake.]

Okay... be careful. If... if dirt man- stay away from him. 's powerful.

#vents tearing up: I’m not an angel

I’m…I’m not an angel. Just a friend. [Vents explained as they picked up the frog, this time tucking him in the pocket of their pants where he’d be safe. They may leave their coat, but they won’t leave their frog. Besides, they’d promised Cap that they’d bring Jack to visit them.]

I’ll watch out for this dirt man. He sounds dangerously crusty, but I’ll try to stay out of his way. Try and stay safe while I’m gone, yeah?

[Despite Vents’s dislike for deception, they are not above it if using it means keeping someone they are fond of or injured content and and less upset. The being stands up, frosted grass crunching beneath their boots as they do so. Before they leave, they bend over and fix their coat so the collars up, so Cedars ears and part of the back of their head are covered.

And then they’re gone like dust in the wind, leaving with a fond smile and a little wave.

They leave their mug behind too, an inch or so of hot chocolate at the bottom of it.]

[A small figure would appear in front of you. They’re skin looks metallic and there’s a gently steaming mug in their silver and copper streaked hands. They extend it to you, their face the picture of concern. Jack the frog peaks it’s head out from the pocket of an oversized unbuttoned jacket]

Here. Hot chocolate makes people feel better, right?

-vents

[They take a moment to notice the small metallic figure, eyes hazy with pain. However, they don't move at all, just closing their eyes in a sigh of defeat.]

...I've lost it- wondered how long it'd take-

Lost what?

[Vents is concerned as they sit down next to Cedar, setting the cup of hot cocoa by Cedar’s mouth so they’d drink it.] What’d you lose—and you should drink, it would make you feel better, I think. Would Jack the frog make you feel better?

[They make a noncommittal noise to let Vents know they heard them, eyes refusing to open. Nothing seems to work as it should, for them. They're too lightheaded to care much.]

Dirt men... be careful.

[Vents carefully fished Jack the frog out of their pocket and set him beside Cedar. The green frog quickly presses up to Cedars cheek, the tip of its tongue lolling out of its mouth.] That’s the frog. And I’ll be careful, but I can’t just leave someone in need alone.

Do you want help with the hot chocolate? I can help you drink if it you want it. It should help with your lightheadedness

[They force themselves to nod, even if it barely counts as a nod. They're trying to not fall asleep. They don't know much anymore, but they do know that falling asleep wouldn't be a good thing.]

Please. Bones- he broke them all. Thank you-

[Vents gently titled Cedars head up so they wouldn’t choke on the hot chocolate, trying to be delicate so that way they wouldn’t injure the being further. Their eyebrows knit together and for someone usually quite gentle, they look remarkably angry at mention of all of Cedars bones being broken.] Here, and it’s no problem. I’ll come back later with medicine and stuff I can find to help your bones.

[The silvery creature brought the warm hot cocoa to Cedars mouth and gently tilted the cup so they could sip it. The cup was gently wafting steam into the chilled air but Vents hoped Cedar didn’t mind the warmth of it.]

[They sip at the hot chocolate, eyes slowly forcing open to look over at Vents again. The now-open eyes aren't focused, hazy with pain, not in the present. They see Vents, but not truly. They aren't aware enough to mind the warmth of the cocoa.]

Is Cap- are they okay? Thank you- I'm sorry.

[Vents nodded at the mention of Cap before pressing the hot chocolate mug to Cedars mouth again, half of it nearly gone already. They smile slightly at the fact that Cedar can keep their eyes open—not their eyes just have to stay that way.] Yeah, Cap was okay last time I saw ‘em! They named my frog—his name is Jack.

You don’t have to apologize, okay? You haven’t done anything wrong. [Vents large, dark eyes are almost sad at the fact that Cedar thinks that they have to apologize. They aren’t doing anything wrong—Vents just wants to help people, because that makes people feel better and when people feel good they’re happy, and Vents likes making people happy.]

[They quietly drink the cocoa again, waiting for an update. At the mention of Cap being okay, however, they relax with a sigh, eyes slipping shut again. They think that that's a good thing- that if, out of everything that's happened, Cap is okay, then it'll be okay.]

...Dirt man. Four- is Four okay? The kid-

[They cut off, making a pained noise as they accidentally move in their worry.]

No no, keep your eyes open. That’s an important apart to staying awake, right? I know you’re tired, but you gotta keep your eyes open and stay still.

[Vents instructed quietly, trying to make sure Cedar stays awake. Fuck, they don’t have any healing potions or anything. Shit, shit, shit—why can’t they just be actually useful? Nobody needs frogs or hot chocolate or—

They shut their thoughts down, aggressively shoving them away. They aren’t important, they aren’t the priority.] I don’t know if Fours okay, but when I’ll find out I’ll tell you, okay? I promise.

[They shuck off their oversized, blue coat and gently place it over Cedar. They know that it isn’t good for severely injured people to get cold.] Who’s the dirt man—did he do this to you?

[After another moment (and lots of effort), their eyes open, looking around to focus on Vents again. The hot chocolate was nice. It was comforting, and they think to themselves about how they liked it.]

Thank you. Dirt man... 's a bastard. He's... he's like Winterloft.

[Their eyes start slipping shut again, but they force them open, remembering that they need to stay awake. They appreciate the coat, a small smile working it's way onto their face.]

That’s good, it’s good that you’re keeping your eyes open—just keep doin’ that, okay?

[Vents’s voice is soft and encouraging as Cedar keeps their eyes open, though despite their kind exterior, they’re aggressively remembering everything about this dirt man. They’d bet all their possessions and Jack the frog that dirt bitch is the one who broke Cedars bones and the one who scrambled Caps brain and the reason why Cedar’s looking for Four.

Interesting.

Now, Vents doesn’t consider themselves a violent being, but, well, sometimes acts of violence are the solution. Unaware of any violent intent, Jack slaps his tongue against the side of Cedars face.]

I have to go when you finish your hot chocolate, but I’ll be back. Hopefully I’ll have healing potions for you, to try and fix your bones, okay?

#LETS GOOOO

[A small figure would appear in front of you. They’re skin looks metallic and there’s a gently steaming mug in their silver and copper streaked hands. They extend it to you, their face the picture of concern. Jack the frog peaks it’s head out from the pocket of an oversized unbuttoned jacket]

Here. Hot chocolate makes people feel better, right?

-vents

[They take a moment to notice the small metallic figure, eyes hazy with pain. However, they don't move at all, just closing their eyes in a sigh of defeat.]

...I've lost it- wondered how long it'd take-

Lost what?

[Vents is concerned as they sit down next to Cedar, setting the cup of hot cocoa by Cedar’s mouth so they’d drink it.] What’d you lose—and you should drink, it would make you feel better, I think. Would Jack the frog make you feel better?

[They make a noncommittal noise to let Vents know they heard them, eyes refusing to open. Nothing seems to work as it should, for them. They're too lightheaded to care much.]

Dirt men... be careful.

[Vents carefully fished Jack the frog out of their pocket and set him beside Cedar. The green frog quickly presses up to Cedars cheek, the tip of its tongue lolling out of its mouth.] That’s the frog. And I’ll be careful, but I can’t just leave someone in need alone.

Do you want help with the hot chocolate? I can help you drink if it you want it. It should help with your lightheadedness

[They force themselves to nod, even if it barely counts as a nod. They're trying to not fall asleep. They don't know much anymore, but they do know that falling asleep wouldn't be a good thing.]

Please. Bones- he broke them all. Thank you-

[Vents gently titled Cedars head up so they wouldn’t choke on the hot chocolate, trying to be delicate so that way they wouldn’t injure the being further. Their eyebrows knit together and for someone usually quite gentle, they look remarkably angry at mention of all of Cedars bones being broken.] Here, and it’s no problem. I’ll come back later with medicine and stuff I can find to help your bones.

[The silvery creature brought the warm hot cocoa to Cedars mouth and gently tilted the cup so they could sip it. The cup was gently wafting steam into the chilled air but Vents hoped Cedar didn’t mind the warmth of it.]

[They sip at the hot chocolate, eyes slowly forcing open to look over at Vents again. The now-open eyes aren't focused, hazy with pain, not in the present. They see Vents, but not truly. They aren't aware enough to mind the warmth of the cocoa.]

Is Cap- are they okay? Thank you- I'm sorry.

[Vents nodded at the mention of Cap before pressing the hot chocolate mug to Cedars mouth again, half of it nearly gone already. They smile slightly at the fact that Cedar can keep their eyes open—not their eyes just have to stay that way.] Yeah, Cap was okay last time I saw ‘em! They named my frog—his name is Jack.

You don’t have to apologize, okay? You haven’t done anything wrong. [Vents large, dark eyes are almost sad at the fact that Cedar thinks that they have to apologize. They aren’t doing anything wrong—Vents just wants to help people, because that makes people feel better and when people feel good they’re happy, and Vents likes making people happy.]

[They quietly drink the cocoa again, waiting for an update. At the mention of Cap being okay, however, they relax with a sigh, eyes slipping shut again. They think that that's a good thing- that if, out of everything that's happened, Cap is okay, then it'll be okay.]

...Dirt man. Four- is Four okay? The kid-

[They cut off, making a pained noise as they accidentally move in their worry.]

#vents is c!cedar and c!cap apologist

No no, keep your eyes open. That’s an important apart to staying awake, right? I know you’re tired, but you gotta keep your eyes open and stay still.

[Vents instructed quietly, trying to make sure Cedar stays awake. Fuck, they don’t have any healing potions or anything. Shit, shit, shit—why can’t they just be actually useful? Nobody needs frogs or hot chocolate or—

They shut their thoughts down, aggressively shoving them away. They aren’t important, they aren’t the priority.] I don’t know if Fours okay, but when I’ll find out I’ll tell you, okay? I promise.

[They shuck off their oversized, blue coat and gently place it over Cedar. They know that it isn’t good for severely injured people to get cold.] Who’s the dirt man—did he do this to you?

[A small figure would appear in front of you. They’re skin looks metallic and there’s a gently steaming mug in their silver and copper streaked hands. They extend it to you, their face the picture of concern. Jack the frog peaks it’s head out from the pocket of an oversized unbuttoned jacket]

Here. Hot chocolate makes people feel better, right?

-vents

[They take a moment to notice the small metallic figure, eyes hazy with pain. However, they don't move at all, just closing their eyes in a sigh of defeat.]

...I've lost it- wondered how long it'd take-

Lost what?

[Vents is concerned as they sit down next to Cedar, setting the cup of hot cocoa by Cedar’s mouth so they’d drink it.] What’d you lose—and you should drink, it would make you feel better, I think. Would Jack the frog make you feel better?

[They make a noncommittal noise to let Vents know they heard them, eyes refusing to open. Nothing seems to work as it should, for them. They're too lightheaded to care much.]

Dirt men... be careful.

[Vents carefully fished Jack the frog out of their pocket and set him beside Cedar. The green frog quickly presses up to Cedars cheek, the tip of its tongue lolling out of its mouth.] That’s the frog. And I’ll be careful, but I can’t just leave someone in need alone.

Do you want help with the hot chocolate? I can help you drink if it you want it. It should help with your lightheadedness

[They force themselves to nod, even if it barely counts as a nod. They're trying to not fall asleep. They don't know much anymore, but they do know that falling asleep wouldn't be a good thing.]

Please. Bones- he broke them all. Thank you-

[Vents gently titled Cedars head up so they wouldn’t choke on the hot chocolate, trying to be delicate so that way they wouldn’t injure the being further. Their eyebrows knit together and for someone usually quite gentle, they look remarkably angry at mention of all of Cedars bones being broken.] Here, and it’s no problem. I’ll come back later with medicine and stuff I can find to help your bones.

[The silvery creature brought the warm hot cocoa to Cedars mouth and gently tilted the cup so they could sip it. The cup was gently wafting steam into the chilled air but Vents hoped Cedar didn’t mind the warmth of it.]

[They sip at the hot chocolate, eyes slowly forcing open to look over at Vents again. The now-open eyes aren't focused, hazy with pain, not in the present. They see Vents, but not truly. They aren't aware enough to mind the warmth of the cocoa.]

Is Cap- are they okay? Thank you- I'm sorry.

#vents believes that Cedar has never done anything wrong ever

[Vents nodded at the mention of Cap before pressing the hot chocolate mug to Cedars mouth again, half of it nearly gone already. They smile slightly at the fact that Cedar can keep their eyes open—not their eyes just have to stay that way.] Yeah, Cap was okay last time I saw ‘em! They named my frog—his name is Jack.

You don’t have to apologize, okay? You haven’t done anything wrong. [Vents large, dark eyes are almost sad at the fact that Cedar thinks that they have to apologize. They aren’t doing anything wrong—Vents just wants to help people, because that makes people feel better and when people feel good they’re happy, and Vents likes making people happy.]

it isn’t long until vents commits unspeakable acts of violence

#ooc

[A small figure would appear in front of you. They’re skin looks metallic and there’s a gently steaming mug in their silver and copper streaked hands. They extend it to you, their face the picture of concern. Jack the frog peaks it’s head out from the pocket of an oversized unbuttoned jacket]

Here. Hot chocolate makes people feel better, right?

-vents

[They take a moment to notice the small metallic figure, eyes hazy with pain. However, they don't move at all, just closing their eyes in a sigh of defeat.]

...I've lost it- wondered how long it'd take-

Lost what?

[Vents is concerned as they sit down next to Cedar, setting the cup of hot cocoa by Cedar’s mouth so they’d drink it.] What’d you lose—and you should drink, it would make you feel better, I think. Would Jack the frog make you feel better?

[They make a noncommittal noise to let Vents know they heard them, eyes refusing to open. Nothing seems to work as it should, for them. They're too lightheaded to care much.]

Dirt men... be careful.

[Vents carefully fished Jack the frog out of their pocket and set him beside Cedar. The green frog quickly presses up to Cedars cheek, the tip of its tongue lolling out of its mouth.] That’s the frog. And I’ll be careful, but I can’t just leave someone in need alone.

Do you want help with the hot chocolate? I can help you drink if it you want it. It should help with your lightheadedness

[They force themselves to nod, even if it barely counts as a nod. They're trying to not fall asleep. They don't know much anymore, but they do know that falling asleep wouldn't be a good thing.]

Please. Bones- he broke them all. Thank you-